Chapter 153: Save My Grandma (Please vote and subscribe)

There was no conversation overnight. When the sun shines on the earth again, a new day begins.

The diggers continue to dig the river. After the efforts of hundreds of people, dozens of cows, and two elephants, the nearly 750-meter river channel is almost one meter deep.

The work of building the house continues. Compared with the speed of the previous few days, it should be able to reach the roof ridge today, and then it is time to put up the beams, spread the grass bundles, and then lay the tiles with mud. When this batch of construction workers fully master the entire house-building process, the scale of the construction team can be expanded.

You Fu also ran to Luo Chong early in the morning: "Han leader, I want to find some work to do while waiting for you to build the car here. I hope you can exchange some of your pottery for us, and the white salt we ate last night."

Luo Chong was stunned for a moment when he heard what he said, and thought about it and said: "Okay, then do what you did before, plowing the land, planting hemp grass, no problem."

"That's no problem, but I want to see if you can build a car." You Fu hesitated and said.

"Haha, you don't need to watch the car making. You won't be able to learn it even if you watch it, and

you don't have our tools. Also, I will exchange white salt, pottery, and cars, but not weapons and tools. You don't need to think about it. It's useless to watch it. If you don't have anything else, I will let the tribesmen take you to the farmland. And you have to accompany me to see the savages sent last night." Luo Chong hit him mercilessly.

What is this? If it were placed in modern times, it would be called a technological blockade. You can have finished products, but the technology is not good. This is the bottom line.

"Haha, how could it be? I just like that kind of ox cart. I'm just more interested. I didn't think about making it myself. Our tribe runs around everywhere and can't stop. Let's go, let's go and see people together."

You Fu saw that Luo Chong had directly exposed him and refused him firmly. He also knew that he was a little offended, so he laughed it off; no matter which tribe it was, it would be a secret. Even what people eat in daily life, where to collect things, and what hunting skills are there, they are all secrets that are not passed on, not to mention the existence of black technology such as car making.

Luo Chong glanced at him without answering. He turned around and told a tribe member to ask the elders to watch the You tribe cultivate the hemp fields. Then he and You Fu went to see the group of misfits.

Calling them misfits is not an insult to them. There are indeed not many good ones. They are all standing in the wall in front of the cave with dishevelled hair and dirty faces. They are even uglier than those who have joined the Beggars' Sect.

Since the spring meeting, the tribesmen of the Han tribe have all moved into the thatched house. The cave that can only accommodate more than 200 people has become a warehouse. Because it is large enough, rainproof, and there is not much light, the pickled meat and white salt stored by the Han tribe are now in the cave.

Last night, due to the urgency of the matter, Luo Chong had to place these savages in it as well. He also specifically asked Shitou to watch over these savages.

Now early in the morning, these savages came out to gather again. There are 153 people, big and small, men and women, old and young, all standing in a pile with no clothes. However, they are still standing together in twos and threes. It seems that they know each other and are holding a group.

Luo Chong's sharp eyes examined them. The moment they saw Luo Chong's eyes, they all put away their contempt for this leader who looked unusually young. No one dared to look him in the eye. Some children were even scared and hid behind adults.

Luo Chong slowly paced back and forth to observe these people to see how old, weak, and disabled they were.

"What's wrong with his arm?"

Luo Chong pointed at a man who was less than 20 years old. He was holding a wooden stick on the ground with his left hand, and his right hand was hanging unnaturally at his side. His shoulder was a little purple, and his entire right arm was unnaturally swollen. It was almost as swollen as his leg.

Can such a person still live? How dare you send this to me? Luo Chong complained in his heart while asking You Fu beside him.

"Oh, his name is Yi. In the early spring of this year, he wanted to challenge the leader of the tribe. The two of them fought once. During the fight, he suddenly cried out that his arm hurt, and that was it. As a result, he did not become the leader, but was driven out of the tribe because of his serious injury. I also met him on the road. I also know his tribe. There are only a few dozen people." You Fu pointed at the young man named Yi and explained to Luo Chong beside him.

Except for the injured arm, Yi looked good in other places. His long hair hung down on his cheeks. He had a leather belt tied around his forehead to fix his hair so that it would not block his eyes. His muscles were very strong. He was about 175 cm tall, which was considered a medium build.

At this time, Yi was also looking at Luo Chong. It seemed that he didn't understand why Luo Chong was the leader of such a large tribe. If his arm hadn't been injured, he might have planned to challenge Luo Chong again.

Luo Chong walked over and pinched his injured shoulder. Yi seemed to feel very painful and took a step back to avoid Luo Chong's clutches.

"Tell him not to move. Let me see his arm. It should still work. If you don't want to die, just stand still."

Luo Chong glared at Yi in a bad tone. You Fu beside him quickly translated. This surprised Yi. What's going on? Could it be that this leader also knows witchcraft to heal people? Does this mean that this leader didn't rely on force to get to the top?

Yi speculated in his heart, but he really didn't dare to move. His arm was like this, and he was also very desperate. As long as there was a chance to recover, he would be willing to try.

Luo Chong held his wrist with his left hand, and pinched his shoulder from his forearm to his right hand. His hand was so strong that he wanted to dig his fingers into it. Yi stared at Luo Chong in pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

Well, he is a man. His bones are not broken, but it is remarkable that he has endured the dislocated shoulder for so long. This should be when he was fighting with others. I don't know how it was twisted. Unfortunately, they don't know how to straighten the bones. He just stood there. Now it's swollen.

Luo Chong smiled, and under Yi's glare, he violently pulled his dislocated arm, grabbed his elbow with his other hand, and suddenly pushed the hand pulling the arm upwards, with a sound of bones being put in place, this set of operations shocked the people around.

The man named Yi didn't even have time to cry out in pain, and suddenly felt that the pain in his shoulder had been relieved a lot. The sudden feeling of relief was better than eating an ice watermelon in the dog days of summer.

Then he shook his right hand, bent his elbow, and shook his entire right arm. Although it was still painful, the arm that was originally unable to move had been taken over and controlled again. How could he not be happy? He spoke in a dialect that Luo Chong couldn't understand, and put his right hand on his chest, and bowed to Luo Chong in a very respectful manner.

"What did he say?" Luo Chong asked puzzledly.

"Haha, he said that your witchcraft is very powerful, and he looks more like a witch than a leader. He also said thank you for restoring his arm, and he will listen to you in the future and do anything you want." You Fu laughed and translated.

"Oh, haha, I'm not a witch, I'm just a leader. Tell him that since he listened to me, he shouldn't move his arm yet. It's not healed yet. He's been dragging it out for a long time. If he uses too much force now, it might turn out the same way as before."

As Luo Chong spoke, he found a short rope, tied it into a loop around Yi's neck, and then hung his right arm on it.

You Fu was also translating for Luo Chong. When Yi understood, he nodded quickly, and then didn't dare to move his arm.

Luo Chong's bone-setting skills were so good that the people in the crowd really thought he knew some witchcraft. Seeing that such a "serious" injury was cured, some people with old illnesses immediately became agitated.

"Leader, leader, look at my grandma's eyes. She can't see."

(End of this chapter)